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2005-09-16 - 1:40 p.m. Work, or something like it Well, here I am at work. I even still call it that, though I have not done any such thing since Wednesday, and even then I was dragging it out painfully to fill out the time. I�ve updated my resume and used more figures and jazzy corporate sounding phrases as my pimp, I mean rep, advised, and now I�m waiting out the remainder of my time at this contract and busting a move to find something else. I do have camaraderie, as there are even full time employees (those higher up in the corporate caste system than I) who are also fleeing, which makes for an uncomfortable morning meeting. Who am I kidding, every meeting is uncomfortable. It�s like watching a poorly written sitcom. I often observe people around me at this place and feel physical discomfort for them, I am so embarrassed for them. This morning, I hoped a delicious cuppa would get me going. I ventured to the staff caf in an attempt to rustle up some fine morning libations. What I truly craved was a nice cup of tea and some lemon poppy seed cookies, partaken perhaps whilst donning a hat and gloves. Perhaps crumpets or a scone or dainty finger sandwiches or tiny toast points with jams and gobs of Devonshire cream? I just feel like something civilized and refined and tasty and relaxing since that is certainly the antithesis of my environment. Well, let me just tell you, that cup of tea did not disappoint, as far as being a cup of tea, and the tea bag also advised me to, �Imagine finding yourself on a lush tea estate around the turn of the century ...� I�m trying, tea bag. I am trying.
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